Submissions by IntoTheVoid
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Nov 2020 9:42am
10th Nov 2020 9:42am
Relentless release of power
High speed car crash
Relentless release of power
Car mash, whiplash
Delightful scrap metal shower
Mother of crash violence once again makes the biggest man cower
---
Smells burnt
don't worry 'bout it
The very worst thing
about every disaster
is the invetiable worry
that comes with it.
Why can't we feel pain
when there is pain to be felt -
and joy when there is joy to be felt instead?
There's no place for pain, they say
Still Mother nature seems to have made
a shrine and a temple for it -
"Life",...
Relentless release of power
Car mash, whiplash
Delightful scrap metal shower
Mother of crash violence once again makes the biggest man cower
---
Smells burnt
don't worry 'bout it
The very worst thing
about every disaster
is the invetiable worry
that comes with it.
Why can't we feel pain
when there is pain to be felt -
and joy when there is joy to be felt instead?
There's no place for pain, they say
Still Mother nature seems to have made
a shrine and a temple for it -
"Life",...
#power
#sea
#water
#nature
#cars
250 reads
0 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2019 4:06pm
22nd Sep 2019 4:06pm
The Mystic
I promise thee, my friends. The day I return my heart will glow with such brightness that miles away men will ask
”tell me, is that not the sun?”
”tell me, is that not the sun?”
#religion
497 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Aug 2019 8:29am
24th Aug 2019 8:29am
In the dimension of the lady bug
Everything -
a world within a world.
From the vast forests of the garden grass,
to the barren stone lands of the driveway
Even down to the atoms -
orbital systems of their own,
sporadic assemblages of matter
trapped in the deep of cosmos.
Just as the dimension of the lady bug -
or the universe of the dung beetle,
a planetary system
where they are the sun around which it orbits.
But sometimes galaxies collide
and thus altercations do arise,
it can either mean destruction
or that two...
a world within a world.
From the vast forests of the garden grass,
to the barren stone lands of the driveway
Even down to the atoms -
orbital systems of their own,
sporadic assemblages of matter
trapped in the deep of cosmos.
Just as the dimension of the lady bug -
or the universe of the dung beetle,
a planetary system
where they are the sun around which it orbits.
But sometimes galaxies collide
and thus altercations do arise,
it can either mean destruction
or that two...
#dreams
#universe
#stars
#butterfly
#astronomy
352 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Jul 2019 6:35am
26th Jul 2019 6:35am
Representation of our lives as seen from space
I am what I see
I see what I am
there's a funny conception
of the wolf and lamb.
A spearheaded soldier
with nothing to loose
I dust off my jacket
and put on my shoes.
I sell myself drugs
to have something to live for
this place is a wasteland
like the sewers of Mordor.
I give myself time
but always enough
I read myself sweaty
but it gets too much.
It fills up my lungs
and it channels my blood
I always thought of...
I see what I am
there's a funny conception
of the wolf and lamb.
A spearheaded soldier
with nothing to loose
I dust off my jacket
and put on my shoes.
I sell myself drugs
to have something to live for
this place is a wasteland
like the sewers of Mordor.
I give myself time
but always enough
I read myself sweaty
but it gets too much.
It fills up my lungs
and it channels my blood
I always thought of...
#confessional
347 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
27th Mar 2019 7:54pm
27th Mar 2019 7:54pm
Empty inside
No sleep
I'm getting tired
no job
won't have me hired.
No friends
I live in my head
all pain
don't know where it ends.
All empty
empty inside
'part from the sickness
which flourishes and thrives.
All grey
it pours from my wounds
it leaves stains
till it covers the room.
All the years
you'll feel what I felt
in a single concentrated
moment.
Purgatory,
give me heaven or hell
I'd rather burn than dissolve
to nothingness.
I'm getting tired
no job
won't have me hired.
No friends
I live in my head
all pain
don't know where it ends.
All empty
empty inside
'part from the sickness
which flourishes and thrives.
All grey
it pours from my wounds
it leaves stains
till it covers the room.
All the years
you'll feel what I felt
in a single concentrated
moment.
Purgatory,
give me heaven or hell
I'd rather burn than dissolve
to nothingness.
#depression
508 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Nov 2018 12:55pm
28th Nov 2018 12:55pm
People are f**king unreasonable
#humankind
409 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
4th Nov 2018 8:22pm
4th Nov 2018 8:22pm
Being As a Stone (Prima Essentia)
I want to be like a stone
compact
hard,
(pun was non-intended)
Honest
solid
and easily apprehended.
I want to be smooth, but with jagged edges
and a surface of peculiarities,
not too easily lifted up
all the while offering a vast set of utilities.
I shall not in the least be easily crushed
either from stabs and blows by hand,
and if ever struck to dust I'll reincarnate
filling my life span...
compact
hard,
(pun was non-intended)
Honest
solid
and easily apprehended.
I want to be smooth, but with jagged edges
and a surface of peculiarities,
not too easily lifted up
all the while offering a vast set of utilities.
I shall not in the least be easily crushed
either from stabs and blows by hand,
and if ever struck to dust I'll reincarnate
filling my life span...
#fate
#spiritual
#LifeCycle
388 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
27th Jul 2018 8:30pm
27th Jul 2018 8:30pm
William didn't know the answer
Why cant I do this?
Don't I want this? enough
I am playing this game
where I am slowly making progress
but so slowly
that my second thoughts are catching up with me.
Am I an honest player?
Do I have virtuous
I can play out?
Cards in my sleeve
that are stained of sweat.
Now I can't use them, because I waited too long -
sub-screams of regret.
Will I ever wander in the great heights?
and feed on wild bees and their honey?
And forget about atms ...
Don't I want this? enough
I am playing this game
where I am slowly making progress
but so slowly
that my second thoughts are catching up with me.
Am I an honest player?
Do I have virtuous
I can play out?
Cards in my sleeve
that are stained of sweat.
Now I can't use them, because I waited too long -
sub-screams of regret.
Will I ever wander in the great heights?
and feed on wild bees and their honey?
And forget about atms ...
#confusion
443 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Jul 2018 6:46pm
27th Jul 2018 6:46pm
f**k you, Frank.
Fuck you,
Frank
Fuck you,
Frank.
Fuck you,
Frank
Fuck you,
Frank.
Fcku you
Frnak
Fkcu yuo
Frakn
Fkuc yoi
Farkn
Fckn yuo
Frakl!
...
The world is full of
people like you, Frank.
And so the world is fed up with people like you,
Frank.
And that's why I love you Frank
goddamn it,
because that's why,
in the world,
there's a need for people like me,
frankly.
Frank
Fuck you,
Frank.
Fuck you,
Frank
Fuck you,
Frank.
Fcku you
Frnak
Fkcu yuo
Frakn
Fkuc yoi
Farkn
Fckn yuo
Frakl!
...
The world is full of
people like you, Frank.
And so the world is fed up with people like you,
Frank.
And that's why I love you Frank
goddamn it,
because that's why,
in the world,
there's a need for people like me,
frankly.
#evolution
387 reads
0 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
11th Apr 2018 4:56pm
11th Apr 2018 4:56pm
Stargazing
Stargazing
This night or any other night
our shadowed faces, but our eyes they shine so bright
We look deep into space
And she what she has to give us
Maybe this is the night, were the pages open up right in front of our eys
Many a man has read the pages, all through the ages
But none has managed to decode the lagnuage that she uses
Maybe well see a star fall
Maybe well see conztellations
Maybe well see planets
Or something
deep inside
ourselves.
This night or any other night
our shadowed faces, but our eyes they shine so bright
We look deep into space
And she what she has to give us
Maybe this is the night, were the pages open up right in front of our eys
Many a man has read the pages, all through the ages
But none has managed to decode the lagnuage that she uses
Maybe well see a star fall
Maybe well see conztellations
Maybe well see planets
Or something
deep inside
ourselves.
#stars
#spiritual
#astronomy
635 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Apr 2018 4:53pm
11th Apr 2018 4:53pm
The universal machinery
Is it possible
that just like cogs in a machinery
were all working for something bigger?
we don't know what it is
but it's big
and it's beautiful
and we don't really have anything else.
that just like cogs in a machinery
were all working for something bigger?
we don't know what it is
but it's big
and it's beautiful
and we don't really have anything else.
#identity
#universe
511 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Mar 2018 8:48am
4th Mar 2018 8:48am
The man who deconstructed the world
Attempting to conceptualize
the structure of reality,
failing on it miserably
while nature won't go along my theory.
At risk of being swallowed
by existential agony,
so with weary eyes filled with mischief
I formulate my own belief.
the structure of reality,
failing on it miserably
while nature won't go along my theory.
At risk of being swallowed
by existential agony,
so with weary eyes filled with mischief
I formulate my own belief.
#faith
572 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by IntoTheVoid
